Out of Sight

will-o'- the-wisp

will-o’- the-wisp (Photo credit: Bingo Jesus)

He was always just out of sight
Leaving his debris behind
He was one with shadow and night
Always so cruel, never kind

He was always just out of reach
Pimpernel-like he would fly
Blink and you’d miss what he’d teach
Winging his way to the sky

He was silence, he was death
Though never the sword came to fall
He was each lie carried on breath
Icy and cold to his call

He was always just out of sight
A trickster, a fool, not a friend
Will o the wisp, a thief in the night
Mystery still without end

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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10 Responses to Out of Sight

  1. Skye says:

    Oh my word….this was very good, Sis. Excellent in fact. Once again, you speak volumes. xxxx

  2. Perfectly capture a will o’ the wisp. At least the version I’ve heard of.

  3. Brian Hughes says:

    I heard they’d arrested him last week for nicking women’s undies off washing lines.

  4. Elaine says:

    Love this. 🙂

  5. But not out of mind. 🙂

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